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Rh And, as the General gave us Only our part to do, Tis enough to know we have wrought it so That it shall prove us true. If I were scholar to word it, Were not so dull of speech, 'Tis a gladsome thought, that no soul is taught More than its power can reach. Thinking is thirsty, my woman ; Reach me the cider down. If the parson sweats when a thought he gets, Well he may dwine and frown.